Young Miles is far away from his betrothed and is granted solace by a lonely widow and a young girl addicted to the pleasures of the bundling bed. Still Miles is looking for that elusive magic that will make his sturdy cock stand up and take notice. A sensual Indian girl comes to him almost in a dream and inspires him to spirited and cum soaked fun and games. Soon it will be time for the Feast of Thanks. Perhaps better called the Orgy of Thanks.
A fourteen-year-old, small, blond and angelic-looking boy somehow is transported from under a Baltimore bridge to a Bahrain brothel, where he becomes a favorite of vacationing Saudi men. To help close a juicy business deal with a Saudi prince, an American businessman rents the boy and flies him and two women prostitutes to Riyad. The prince chooses the boy. He has some kinky and challenging sex fetishes, as did the man who rented the boy.
The challenge, for me, laying in NOT using any dialogue...
So I had to let you into their thoughts instead...
Quote: I stood there before him, totally naked. Smiling. Eager.
My mom, Elle, is the kind of woman men lose their minds over—a 45-year-old bombshell with a surgeon’s-sculpted body she loves to show off. So when my two local friends, Marco and Javier, found her tanning in a nearly non-existent bikini on our private deck in Costa Rica, their hunger was palpable. I watched them circle her like sharks, their eyes devouring every inch of her, but the sickest part was seeing the small, knowing smile on my mother’s face. She wasn’t just tolerating the attention.